Temporary

This slight and temporary mutual respect

Between me and the morning sky

Will only last while I must rise.

I recognize its beauty as a thing special and untamed

And I recognize myself, wandering below

Learning only what I must know.

One day, I will dream during the rising of the sun

For I reclaim the night as my peaceful, silent home

And the morning sky will not miss my morning hum.

She is not dependent on my waking and my rising.

The sky will conquer night with a restlessness unmatched

While I sleep on with my resting place well latched.

-JAE